Before I Met You, Louis Tomlinson.

Seventeen year old writer, Ellen Aprils is displayed affection in a new light, but her dreadful past forces her to push it to the back of her mind and tell herself the feels aren’t there. Ellen keeps a journal and is told from a young age to keep her emotions together by putting her feelings on paper, before Louis came along she didn’t know what love and heart break was. The young writer leaving her family, friends and first love in Australia to join a school in London to progress a future in writing. She starts her life and thinks she has Louis place behind her but it’s when she heads to a party with her neighbour, Liam that her and Louis are reunited, she experiences things like non other after Louis and her pursue there once dead end relationship.

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Ellen’s POV

“Are you ok?” He whispered breathlessly.

“Mmm.” Louis smiled, rubbing his nose against mine, his thumb brushed my cheek as he stared at me, the sparkling blue a comforting sight, a heavy sigh fell from his swollen lips before pressing them to mine, our sweet kiss distracted me as I felt Louis very gradually retract his hips, the softening length slipping from me. It felt nowhere near as alien as when Louis had first entered me, my body was more accustomed to the uncomfortable feeling, sharp, interrupted sounds puffed out of his mouth, gripping my hand as we became disconnected, Louis almost looked a little relieved.

My muscles were sore as I let the comfort of my dark doona relax me, I laid sprawled out, watching as Louis rolled over to my side; long fingers hastily fumbled with the condom, he removed himself from the bed, making his way up to the bathroom platform and chucking it in the bin. His brown hair was a mess, I couldn’t help but smile at the knowledge I was the cause of the unruly sex hair currently adorning my boyfriend’s head, within seconds he was back with me, I felt as though I couldn’t move, still slightly breathless with our heated activities. Large hands delicately caressed my body and Louis got to work on kissing every inch of my sensitive skin; starting with my right shoulder, trailing down my bare body, surprisingly, at that time, the embarrassment of being completely naked just didn’t register. I didn’t seem to care, the only feeling I was experiencing was Louis, his presence all encompassing, lips, hands, his brown locks, our skin making contact, Louis intertwined his fingers with my left hand, continuing to attentively worship my aching body. “You did so well, Baby.” He mumbled against my skin.

Brown hair tickled my stomach, lips sprinkling affection just above my naval, then around to the side, kisses to my right hip, the warmth of his touch soothed my muscles, sliding his large hand up my thigh as Louis continued to gravitate towards my left hip. My mind denied me the time to think before nearly crushing his long fingers between mine, my fear of him catching sight of the bruises that would have inevitably formed with his previously harsh touch. Louis’ actions immediately ceased to stare up at me, eyes wide with concern, soft lips pouted to question my sudden need for him to stop, but no words escaped. “Louis.” I whispered.

My fingers were gently squeezed in reassurance, his beautiful face appearing above mine, I quietly giggled as his nose nudged my cheek; Louis clearly relieved I was still smiling, kisses were sponged to my jaw and down my neck, his swollen lips trailing over my chest, grazing my nipple with the tip of his tongue. My whimper caused Louis to emit a raspy laugh; he peered at me through his thick lashes. “Will you lay with me?” My voice timid and I don’t know why I have the need to ask.

“It would be my pleasure.” His tone honest, warmth tingled through my aching entirety with Louis’ raspy words, he smiled; lightly kissing my lips before taking up the position to my right, the fluffy throw at the end of the bed was tugged up over us. Fingers still interlocked, my legs curled up underneath me, the warmth of the light blanket that my cats normal find warmth on concealing our naked bodies. Louis shuffled closer, both of us on our sides as we quietly stared at each other, my mind mapped out the details of his stunning features, his chuckle made me laugh as I poked his soft cheek, we’d just made love, a truth I was still attempting to get my head around, I felt sore, speechless, and content.

Louis’ POV

Ellen shifted beside me, I could tell she was a little tender from the way she moved, her muscles sore as she attempted to sit up, she was trying to hide the discomfort she must have been feeling. The hurt I had unintentionally caused her, my mind flashed, placing my hand to her shoulder, guiding her back to the warmth of the bed as I leaned over her. “What is it? What do you need?” I gushed; I was determined to take care of her; wanting to ease her discomfort in any way possible.

“Louis, its fine.” She spoke, her torso rising a second time before I prevented her, my hand pressing to her shoulder once again, I had taken notice of Ellen’s stubborn nature.

“I’ll get whatever you need.” I explained, my gaze searched her face as she remained silent, long, brown hair covering the pillow, she looked so beautiful. I lowered my head, kissing her lips, the covers rested on her chest as it rose and fell gradually, as I drew back a slight blush crept onto her cheeks, avoiding my eye contact, “Ellen?” She turned her head, her voice was small as she mumbled into the pillow, I laughed, prying the shield away from her. “What was that?” I peered at her expectantly; she wiggled slightly, adjusting the throw on her chest, Ellen still avoided my gaze.

“My underwear. I want to get underwear.” She spoke, a little embarrassed, she glanced at me as I let out a laugh.

“You’re so cute.” I grinned, placing a kiss to her cheek, after I retrieved clean underwear from her wardrobe, the covers were peeled back and I pulled the straps to her bra up her arms before she leaned forward and I clipped it around her breasts, I aided in smoothly pulling the panties up Ellen’s legs, eyes locked on her face. A small smile crept onto her features as I instructed her to raise her hips, allowing me to pull the underwear up under the soft curve of her backside, I followed suit, covering my lower half as I tugged my briefs on, but during my momentary distraction, Ellen had taken the opportunity to remove herself from the safe warmth of our cuddling on the bed.

“Where are you going?” She glanced back, brushing strands of hair back from her vision.

“To have a shower.”

“Oh, ok.” I awkwardly took a seat on the end of the mattress, unsure of what to do. I’d never really been like this around a girl before, Ellen was my weakness, I needed her, my hair fell down over my forehead as I fumbled with my fingers. I attempted to fight the smile curving on my lips as a pair of small feet came to stand in front of me, she wiggled her toes, the red polish glittering in the dim light. “Nice colour.” I complemented from a second time tonight.

My eyes found her face as she curiously peered at me, Ellen’s slightly long brown hair concealed her breasts, the length cascading over her shoulders. I stood from my seated position, my height shadowing over her, both of us in just our underwear, but my smile faded, expression transforming into something of confusion as I tilted my head to the side, my eyes had fallen to her hip, small dotted bruises marked her soft, smooth skin. “What. I.?” I stuttered.

My vision flicked to her face momentarily before returning to her side, seconds later Ellen had caught up with my curious observation, her small hand hastily travelled to cover the brandishing marks, but I caught it before she could, I was almost certain I hadn’t seen them before. Ellen was always bumping into things, tripping over her feet, or thin air more often than not. But realisation hit me hard as I studied the formation of the bruises. My touch hesitantly rose to her hip, my heart sinking as I placed my fingers and thumb over the impacts, they fitted perfectly, it was me, I’d caused them. “I-I didn’t…” My head shook, “Was that me?” her silence was my answer, “Im so sorry.” I look up at her then back to the bruises, her hands travel into my hair, bending and kissing the top of my head, my arms wrapped around her, tugging her small frame into me, the warmth of her body tingled across my skin, before chilling me, I’d hurt her. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am. That should never have happened.”

I closed the door to the main room’s bathroom, turning the shower on to warm the water, my fingers carefully looped into my panties, smoothly sliding them to the floor, but my chest seemed to tighten as I absorbed the sight of blood. I gulped, breath hitching before kicking the underwear to the side with my foot, steam was flowing out the glass shower door as I stepped in, the glass fogged as I look back out, the heat of the water cascading over my sore muscles and soaking my hair. There was no need to turn, I knew exactly who it was as a cool gust of air filled the warmth, the shower door had been opened. His overwhelming presence felt in the small space even before our wet skin made contact, large hands caressed my sides, encouraging me back into his body, kisses were pressed to my shoulders as wet hair tickled against my neck. I spun in his hold, desperate to see his face, straight strands clung to his drenched skin before I pushed them back, bright blue eyes sparkled at me, his grin erupting butterflies in my stomach. “Hello Beautiful.” Louis’ voice spoke.

I smiled, reaching around him for the shower gel, I wanted to wash him, feel his toned body beneath my fingertips as I kissed at his jaw, but he wouldn’t let me, a sweet peck was stolen from my lips before he took the bottle from me, squirting a small amount onto his palm and rubbing his hands together. “Turn around for me, Baby.” I complied with his request, facing the tiled wall, he nudged my head to the side, nuzzling into the crook of my neck, I stood as he began to carefully wash my aching body, hoping to ease the discomfort he had caused, Louis caressed my body, his touch igniting the smell of coconut, I whimpered as his palms gently massaged my breasts, soap covering the skin, as he ran the pads of his thumbs over my taut nipples, he attended to my chest longer than someone just wishing to wash my body, aware of the pleasure he was sparking though my core with his simple touch. “Good girl.” He whispered.

His hands then skimmed down my sides, taking time to delicately rub over my hips, my stomach, my bottom, I gasped in appreciation as my backside was cupped, hands squeezing and kneading at the cheeks, we stood under the steamy water, strong arms encircled around my waist as the fragrant soap washed away. A gasp escaped my lips as Louis unexpectedly trailed down to slip his long fingers between my thighs, his soft voice reassured me, keeping me pressed to his front as he gently explored, I whimpered as his tips made contact with my entrance, still sore from his last intrusion, my vision dropped down as he withdrew his presence, wet hair cascading over my front. “Shit” Louis guiltily whispered into the skin of my neck.

I knew he had seen, my smaller hand gripped his, guiding it under the raining water, the blood washed away from his tips down the drain, he cuddled me into his naked body, gently urging me to spread my legs a little wider with his thigh, my back remained pressed to his chest. “Please, let me make you feel good.” He almost begged. “Just here.” His index lightly pressed to my clitoris. “Nowhere else.” He took my lack of response as consent; Louis began to gently rub over the sensitive nub, his skilled fingers focusing on only one area as he whispered sweet things into my ear, my tiring body was held to his, kissing at my neck and over my shoulder, my arm drifted up, hooking around the back of his neck, fingertips pressing into the his nape of his neck, I could feel his increasingly stiff erection pressing into my back. The sound of me whimpering his name obviously exciting the brown haired male that continued to pleasure me, the water still showered over us, the soft noises escaping both of our lips would have been concealed to anyone else. “Ellen.” Louis breathlessly whispered.

I could feel the intense burning start to spread in my stomach, long fingers still attentively caressing the need between my legs. His alternating speed and pressure left me gasping for breath, but it felt different this time. I was weaker, my weight desperately finding support on his flexed arm as I remained clasping his nape. Louis’ muscles strained as he held me. I was going to fall, not sure how much longer I could stand, the pleasure building inside of me, my mind was swirling, unable to focus on anything. My body flushed with heat, the steam from the hot water increasing the already soaring temperature, Louis’ touch was everywhere, overwhelming, it was too much, the intensity was too much.

“Louis.” I less than whispered, “Baby.” He hummed in my ear as he kissed just below it, “Im going to faint.” I say quietly and he slowly comes to a stop, his fingers still in place between my legs as I slowly gain a bit of my strength back, “It’s too warm in here.” I say softly and he places a soft kiss to the back of my neck before his hand slides up my stomach to rest just under my breasts. After a moment, an arm released me as he turned the water off; when the shower door was pulled open a sigh fell from my lips, the cool air instantly soothing me. Louis gripped a towel and wrapped it around me before doing the same for himself, I squeezed me dripping hair onto the tiled floor before throwing it behind me, I looked up to meet Louis curious gaze.

“Are you okay?” he asked and I nodded, I moved towards him, as he stood against the vanity a towel hanging from his hips, he wrapped his arms around me and I let him hold me as I held the towel around myself, “Did you want to go to bed?” he asked and I nodded, he walked out of the bathroom and I quickly slipped my bra on before going into the bedroom and getting clean panties, I put the towel in the washing basket on the bathroom platform and made my way to the bed where Louis is pulling back the doona, I slipped in and he followed, wrapping an arm around me as we lie there.

“Thank you.” I whisper and I feel his lips press a soft kiss on my still wet neck, his grip holding me tighter.

“You don’t need to thank me.” he tells me and I snuggle further into his body, feeling one of the cats jump up onto the bed soon after, walking over both our body’s until Bandit settled in front of me, I watch for a moment as he claws at the sheets before stealing down and closing his eyes, I knew Louis had fallen asleep, I feel his chest slowly rising and falling into my back.